Chapter 1: Nightmare
May the world bend, May your will be made manifest, May your word be eternal, With each utterance make your enemies fear you for you are a truenamer.
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Shocked awake a man woke cold sweat falling down his furrowed brows shook uncontrollably
"The hell was that, what was that"
Shaking in his covers he was befuddled by the dream, the words resonated in him and echoed even into his waking seconds and they gonged through him like an echoing cave.
he looked around, it shocked him, it felt alien .
looking to the right he swiftly covered his eyes now he realized the light was hitting his bear face
The world around him looked like an old cottage which only had one bed which he lay in , 1 table and a chair and a fireplace .....still lit.
He looked to where the light was blinding him from, it was a window, outside he saw green and a forest in the distance ....this felt even more alien , he didn't live in the countryside ...or did he ,he thought to himself what the hell was the countryside, throwing aside this shard of unknown he moved on.
While still shaking he moved to the fireplace shaking he stumped out of bed and with shaky legs stood and stumbled down again but fell near the fireplace, it was warm and comforting
The man just lay there and thought
"Why does this feel so weird so ...alien"
Looking around like someone was there he shook in fear, have he been kidnapped
why would anyone kidnap him he was ,he was.....
He couldn't remember who he was
He couldn't remember where he was
He couldn't not even remember his own name
One surety found itself in his aching mind .whatever this was it was not right.
His mind still shaking with both fear and confusion his eyes darted, it looked old-fashioned, middle ages, another thought shot through his mind, why did he know it was middle ages,
Shaking even more now with both hands and two fingers on each rubbed the temples and breathed slowly
His rapturous heart now calmed into a methodical pace but percussive throughout his body.
He touched his body, it was modest, his body was felt sturdy but still the alien feeling came over him. Something so very wrong was going on.
His eyes darted around the room and he saw a book left on the table bound in rich red leather with etched bronze corners.
Almost like he was compelled he approached.
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